In Response To A Need

I want to know
how your skin dances
atop your bones.
I want to know
where the lines in your face
lead;
to joy
or sadness?
I want to know
the kind of foot print
you leave in the warm
sun-kissed sand.
I want to know
what comes to your mind
when you smell
the smokey tones
of a fire.
There exists within you
nothing short of a library
of experiences
and trials
and I want to know them all.
I want
to know.